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Friday, November 5, 2010 @ 1:11 AM
Butter flies fly.

How time flies.

It's six months of us, and six months later for my life to change drastically. 1 month+ to my birthday, which means 1 month+ for me to accomplish something major, but I think I already did. I hope next week goes well because I'll be a step closer to achieving my dreams, and prepare for the future to give myself and family a better life.

I've lost track of time, it's freaking me out. My head is filled with so many thoughts.. which is fucking scary because I can vividly remember exactly what happened last year in November. Goddamit.

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And I swear to God, I'm fucking pissed at myself because it's fucking 3am and I've work in a few hours time AND I CANT FUCKING SLEEP. I'm pissed because of everything. But wait actually, I'm more upset rather than angry. I don't like the fact that there's so many things that have changed and I hate the fact that people and everything else changes. What should I do? To stay or just go? I slapped myself too hard that I have a fucking patch on my cheek.

WHEN WILL BE THE FUCKING TIME SOMEONE WAKES ME UP AND TELL ME THAT EVERYTHING IS OKAY? WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'VE LOST EVERYTHING? WHY THE FUCK DO I EVEN BOTHER? WHY WHY WHY. IM SO FUCKING ANGRY AND UPSET. WHY THE FUCK AM I SO SUAY. WHY THE FUCK I GO ITCHY FINGERS? WHY THE FUCK DO I MISS THIS CERTAIN POINT OF TIME? WHY THE FUCK AM I STUPID? WHY THE FUCK AM I LIKE THIS. WHY THE FUCK AM I IN THIS SITUATION. I SWEAR TO GOD IM AT THE FUCKING BRINK OF KILLING MYSELF. not. -.- FUCK AH BUT SERIOUSLY WHY?